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Lady Sings the Blues by Billie Holiday

By the time I was on the thirty-third I signaled Bobby to skip "Night and Day," and by the time I started on “Strange Fruit,” between the sweat and blood, I was a mess. p.169

I even began to catch myself thinking I might be happy one day again. That, as usual, was fatal. p. 177

Look at my big dream! It’s always been to have a big place of my own in the country someplace where I could take care of stray dogs and orphan kids, kids that didn’t ask to be born; kids that didn’t ask to be black, blue, or green, or something in between. p.196